what we are is a master-clash
humansplaining away the living
leave no phoenix, only ashes
caught between my humanimality
separated from the kingdom
dominated by ourselves
what's left is not partisan
what's right is easy to tell
demand unshared comfort now
since we can't take it with us to hell
the unhaving don't matter
they will never know the difference
superiority misunderstood
basically lacking communication
from where we have all come
to where we are all headed
deranged and consoled
on this road; it leads to nowhere
travelling luxury lined caskets
sold as hope and salvation
internally burning sustenance
but we know we are still alive
for fear of the all-encompassing fact
that we all one day will die.
and so very mistakenly convinced,
we think that is the end
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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